The Bell Jar

I saw someone say that the book is written in a style called “stream of consciousness” and maybe that's why it kept my attention because it wasn't too focused on one thing and often drifted.
Although it wasn't necessarily emotional, it's still very depressing mainly because of Plath's real life and the semi-autobiograpgical nature of the novel.
Got quite confused at the end but I think that's mainly because I sort of lost interest after she was admitted to the asylum and stopped reading it properly.
Though of course it must be said that Plath is such a brilliant mind and her poetic style is so beautiful to read.